Twelve heart-breaking screams of despair, this time did not turn into drifting bottles, but directly turned into an indescribable torrent of information, exploding directly between heaven and earth.
No one can stop Twelve's roar, even if Emperor Taihao has been sitting there watching, there is nothing he can do.
Under the cloud platform, Qin Yang completely suppressed the distortion here. At the moment when Qu Quan was also sealed in the Book of Gods, he saw another cloud platform appearing above.
At the same time, a sharp roar filled with despair exploded in his heart.
"Good sir, run quickly, this is a trap!"
Almost instinctively, Qin Yang knew that this was Twelve's roar.
However, before he could do anything, he saw that the world had changed and the road behind him had disappeared.
The clouds and mist in front dispersed, and a quaint and cozy manor appeared on top of the cloud platform.
The gate of the manor slowly opened, and the divine light turned into a rainbow bridge, spreading from the front gate to Qin Yang's feet.
Qin Yang's heart was beating wildly, and he thought of many things in an instant.
Twelve is not Taihao himself.
This is a conspiracy.
Emperor Taihao himself is here now.
This bitch probably never left from the beginning to the end. He has been squatting here, watching, and watching the death of other great priests.
But now, it's too late.
It was impossible for him to escape.
Just in an instant, the escape route was blocked without any fireworks, and he was allowed to appear directly here. Qin Yang knew that Taihao's strength was definitely not a little bit stronger than him.
Even if Taihao fell in ancient times, his current strength cannot match his peak strength, and it cannot be compared to ordinary titled Tao Lords.
Complex emotions, like a chain reaction, instantly exploded in Qin Yang's heart.
Qin Yang thought almost instinctively, why did Taihao do this? What is he waiting here for now? What is his purpose?
The speed of thinking skyrocketed without turning on the Si Zi Jue.
The Fujun on the side stretched out a hand and patted Qin Yang on the shoulder, interrupting Qin Yang's burst of thoughts.
"Relax." Mr. Fu looked at the manor gate ahead with a smile on his face: "After so many years, Taihao is still the same virtuous person. Don't worry too much. Let's go in and have a chat first."
After Mr. Fu finished speaking, his voice, which was vague and non-existent, and spoke very fast, sounded in Qin Yang's heart at the same time.
"If something goes wrong, remember to call Qin Kun."
Without waiting for Qin Yang to say anything, Fu Jun straightened his clothes, stepped onto the Hongqiao with his head held high, and strode towards the manor.
Qin Yang suppressed his thoughts and his racing heart, feeling a bit bitter in his mouth.
Where should I call Qin Kun?
It's over.
I wanted to blame Qin Kun before, but I didn't expect him to do so completely.
This bitch, Mr. Fu, doesn’t think it was Qin Kun who actually took action before, right?
Seeing Fu Jun moving forward without any fear, Qin Yang wanted to say, you are just an incarnation.
Judging from the distribution range of your incarnations, losing one incarnation is probably not a big deal.
My real body is here, so if I die, I can only go to the realm of the dead to report.
Qin Yang suppressed his emotions, calmed down, abandoned distracting thoughts, and his heart slowly calmed down.
It's not a big deal, the big deal is to abandon everything now and start over in the Realm of the Dead.
Qin Yang glanced at Zhang Zhengyi, who was following him the whole time.
"Junior Brother Zhang, please leave first. If I don't come back, tell others everything that happened here."
Zhang Zhengyi was still a little confused and wanted to say something. Qin Yang patted his shoulder and said in a deep voice.
"What I have to face is Taihao. It's just a matter of death, but you can't die. Do you understand?"
You can't bet on whether Taihao has the ability to completely kill the current Zhang Zhengyi, nor can you bet on whether Taihao has the ability to completely trap Zhang Zhengyi to death, leaving him without a chance to commit suicide.
He can die, but Zhang Zhengyi must not die.
Qin Yang has always felt that Zhang Zhengyi's Immortal Phoenix was too unreasonable. If he died completely, he might not even have a chance to enter the realm of the dead.
As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Yang slapped Zhang Zhengyi on the forehead with his palm, poured some information into him, and after he finished, he directly destroyed his body and soul and completely disappeared here.
After sending Zhang Zhengyi away, Qin Yang no longer had any worries and his mind calmed down. He stepped out onto the Hongqiao and walked towards the manor.
Qin Yang's eyes slowly became deeper and his mind became calmer.
No one can grasp all the possibilities before something happens. When you grasp some information and think of this possibility, this possibility is no longer the possibility at the last moment.
there is always a solution to a problem.
Qin Yang followed Fu Jun and entered the manor.
The manor is filled with a tranquil atmosphere, with a hint of spirituality amidst the comfort.
Follow the route all the way to the large courtyard in the center. In the empty courtyard, there is only one peach tree. Under the peach tree, a handsome-looking man in a long gown is sitting on a stone bench, waiting.
With two people.
Taihao was different from what Qin Yang expected.
There is no domineering spirit.
There is no indifference similar to that of Emperor Ying, who refuses to let strangers in.
Instead, he looks like a human scholar with a very bookish attitude and calm eyes.
After seeing Fujun, Taihao raised his hand.
"Fu Jun."
When he saw a transparent shadow coming in from behind, Taihao stood up and bowed his hands.
In an instant, Qin Yang's Xingyin magical power was seen dissipating silently.
The vest that Qin Yang was wearing also automatically dissipated and returned to its original appearance.
Taihao bowed his hands and bowed.
"I've met your Excellency."
Qin Yang bowed his hands and returned the gesture.
"I have met Emperor Taihao."
Fujun squinted his eyes and couldn't help but glance at Qin Yang.
He was just an avatar, and Tai Hao's half-courtesy was considered a favor. However, if Qin Yang could only deprive Tai Hao of his authority, he would not be worthy of Tai Hao's courtesy.
Taihao had a smile on his face and seemed to know what Fujun was thinking, so he explained it thoughtfully.
"Between heaven and earth, the only person who can take away the power of the ban is also the only strong person who can come back and regain life after the emergence of the realm of the dead. He should be given adequate courtesy."
Taihao waved his hand, and two stone benches appeared, and he extended his hand to guide them.
"Please take a seat."
Qin Yang was not in a hurry to sit down. He looked around and looked at the room on one side. The window there was open. Looking through the window, he could tell that it seemed to be a study room.
It's just that he couldn't see anyone else at all, and he didn't feel that there was anyone else.
"Where's twelve?"
Twelve stood in the study, stretched his neck, and looked out the window.
She screamed anxiously.
"Good sir! Don't promise him anything!"
But no matter how she screamed, Qin Yang couldn't hear or see her.
Facing Qin Yang's question, Taihao just smiled and stretched out his hand again.
"Let's sit down and chat. According to human tradition, there is no reason for guests to stand and talk."
Fu Jun was not polite and sat down directly.
"Do you want to win over this little brother? Tell me, let me see what tricks you have changed after so many years."
Qin Yang looked around, was silent for a moment, and then followed suit.
"You put so much effort into using twelve to lure me here, and you gave up ten great priests and ten powers, just to come and have a polite chat?"
"Of course it's not just that." Taihao shook his head honestly.
“When Radiance and Black Iron fell, their authority was stripped away, and they disappeared, I wondered who could do this.
Later I found out it was you, but I wanted to know how you did it.
The human race will always have some admirable shortcomings. I know you will definitely come here, so I will wait for you here.
Now, I still don't know exactly how you did it, so I want to meet you in person and hear your answer."
Seeing that Taihao was very calm and didn't seem to think that sacrificing ten high priests was a big deal, he felt an inexplicable chill rising in his heart.
Fu Jun, who was sitting next to him, looked slightly cold. He looked at Taihao and said to himself.
"Little brother, it seems that you really don't know much about this Emperor of Heaven, nor do you know much about the real gods.
The so-called gods are not just different from us humans in terms of their cultivation paths.
For him, all he cares about is the result, the process is not important.
The lives of the ten great priests are not important, nor are the ten authorities conferred by the imperial decree.
Even the entire Heavenly Palace and the entire world beneath his feet are so unimportant to him that they can be ignored.
He only cares about the final result.
You'd better not apply human thinking to him.
Even if you press forward step by step and wipe out everything about him, as long as he is the winner in the end, nothing will change for him."
Fujun turned his head and looked at Qin Yang.
"From the beginning, he has seen the current situation, and from the beginning, it was destined to be like this."
Qin Yang's heart became more and more calm. His anxiety and uneasiness, fear and anger were completely calmed down at this moment, and he became more and more calm.
"So, you knew before?"
The prince seemed to have noticed the change in Qin Yang, grinning and speaking more and more brazenly.
"It's useless to know. That's his usual style. Things that you think you can't abandon and things you can't give in to are unimportant to him.
This is the difference between ideas and beliefs.
From the moment when the great priest fell so easily, I knew that he was watching.
But this is his world. I couldn't say it at the time. If I did, I would just lift the table. In order to prevent beings like you from escaping, he would personally take action.
I helped you deprive you of all the authority of the great priest just to weaken him, so that even if he turns against you later, it will give you a chance to escape."
Fu Jun said everything openly, but Taihao on the side still didn't care, didn't stop him, and allowed Fu Jun to say whatever he wanted.
When Fu Jun finished speaking, Taihao shook his head.
"As the only strong man to return intact from the Realm of the Dead.
Carrying innate things from both worlds, no one can completely erase him from the world of the living.
Nowadays, I naturally don’t have this ability.
Mr. Fu, you are worrying too much.
I just want to talk to him and tell him some things he may not know."
Fu Jun crossed his arms and sneered.
"Your results are the only important thing. Can you sacrifice everyone in the middle process?"
"Change is destined, and no one can stop it. The only thing that can be grasped is the distant future, the outcome that is still uncertain."
Taihao was neither happy nor angry, and his speaking speed was neither urgent nor slow, but every word was filled with unquestionable determination.
He waved his hand, and a microcosm of the world seemed to appear on the stone table. He pointed at the microcosm of change and said to Qin Yang.
"I believe no one in this era knows why the ancient war started.
The fight for power and seeking hegemony that is spread in the world is meaningless.
let me tell you.
It is because of differences in ideas that the ancient heaven and the ancient underworld went to war, and it is also because of differences in ideas that the ancient heaven was divided and the ancient underworld was divided."
The miniature of the world on the stone table began to slowly change, and everything in it was slowly expanding.
"Since the time the Heavenly Lord existed, he had left behind prophecies.
Monks have three disasters and nine calamities, and the world also has three major disasters: wind disaster, flood disaster, and fire disaster.
At that time, not many people understood what this meant.
It wasn't until the storm started brewing that we finally understood."
The miniature of the world on the stone table is still expanding. As it expands, the world inside begins to fracture.
"Everything is expanding, or in other words, everything is tearing apart.
As the storm brewed, it exploded completely at the last moment, and the ancient underworld was torn apart.
The gods were torn apart, and the stronger they were, the stronger they endured.
The ancient vitality of heaven and earth has been torn apart, and now only spiritual energy remains.
The once most powerful Dao pattern was torn apart.
Everything will never be the same again, and no one will be spared."
The miniature of the world on the stone table continued to shatter, and finally turned into pieces, floating in the void.
Taihao pointed at the fragments.
"This is the big world today."
"At the beginning, we were all working together to find out the truth about why there were three major disasters.
But when the truth is understood, differences arise.
Fu Jun wants to rely on the power of all living beings to accumulate bit by bit until he can open up a world of the dead and delay the brewing of disasters.
Unfortunately, he still failed, and the great natural disaster finally came."
The Fujun on the side had been silent and listened quietly. When he heard this, he immediately sneered.
"So, your plan is to kill the largest human race in the world, hundreds of millions of them, regardless of age or sex, so that the human race will be completely exterminated, so as to delay the coming of the great storm.
If necessary, you will annihilate all living creatures except the gods, no, except yourself.
So that the great storm disaster can be postponed forever.
You are really a genius.
Have you ever cared about even a trace of the process? Have you ever cared about even a life?
What you care about is only the final result, what is sacrificed in the middle is unimportant."
Taihao's face was calm and unmoved. He looked at Fujun and asked seriously.
"Is it a better choice for all living beings, regardless of gods or races, to die together?
Until there is no better choice, my choice is already the best choice."
The two of them were very harmonious and did not start a fight, but just started a debate.
But Qin Yang was not interested in their debate at all, nor did he feel that he could stand in such a high position and coldly decide the life and death of other living beings.
He just wants to do what he has to do now.
"Emperor Taihao, I'm just a layman. All I want to know now is, where is Twelve?"
Twelve was lying in front of the window, no matter how loud he screamed, Qin Yang couldn't hear or see him.
Suddenly, when she heard Qin Yang's words, she thought of something.
He quickly came to the desk and wrote a letter.
"Good sir, I'm right here."
The letter floated out, turned into a piece of peach petals, and flew out of the window.
At the same time, a drift bottle exploded on Qin Yang's face.
Feeling the letter in the drift bottle, Qin Yang grinned.
He raised his head and looked at the peach tree in front of him.